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Nov 2020
I feel it, falling
They’re calling for my demise
Execution, I’m losing
And now I must say goodbye
I saw this coming
I’m running with closed eyes
The difference, can’t see it’s
Nothing I’d ever like
So thank you for making
Life greater everyday
You are the big door
With a light of golden beige
The distraction, satisfaction
Beyond what I’d imagine
And it’s awfully tragic how pain
Never stood a chance against your magic
Jacob Lyons
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Jacob Lyons  28/M
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   Bogdan Dragos
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